"soundful" poems - Hello Poetry

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Dec 11, 2013

Dec 11, 2013 at 2:31 PM UTC

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Jan 11, 2013

Jan 11, 2013 at 12:32 PM UTC

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Jun 1, 2012

Jun 1, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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May 20, 2013

May 20, 2013 at 9:26 AM UTC

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet, over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Feb 6, 2014

Feb 6, 2014 at 12:22 PM UTC

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

( Sonnet ) I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Sep 30, 2015

Sep 30, 2015 at 5:27 PM UTC

( Sonnet ) I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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The light sang in her ears Sprightly, musical white light. The salt made her feet tingle Steaming, soothing salt. Glass drenched everything Twisting, summery glass. Soundful silence Rueful bliss Placid insanity

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Jun 24, 2017

Jun 24, 2017 at 4:34 AM UTC

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Blanched

The light sang in her ears Sprightly, musical white light. The salt made her feet tingle Steaming, soothing salt. Glass drenched everything Twisting, summery glass. Soundful silence Rueful bliss Placid insanity

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I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Mar 26, 2013

Mar 26, 2013 at 3:01 PM UTC

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

( Sonnet ) I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC

( Sonnet ) I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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( Sonnet ) I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Sep 24, 2016

Sep 24, 2016 at 3:51 PM UTC

( Sonnet ) I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.

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Apr 9, 2015

Apr 9, 2015 at 1:20 PM UTC

I saw a hunter by a country road, In tandem with me he sailed as I drove. His hoody-head set monkish to the soil Conjured up music so soundful, sacred, And I unmoving over a tired flesh— Coloured vehicle felt naked and dead For he so saintly robed and dressed to **** In the colours of the sky prayed with wings, My harrier, his eyes cleansed purity and gold While mine unsightly piebald pale and blue. But want of food dovetailed two craving Creatures, yet— over fed I felt rusty Below his steely hunger and what saving Grace God might offer either mice or men.